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I'm starting a new thread to carry on from Jordan's 'Rallying Call' and sparked off by one of Deeej's posts. There is also the risk that I am wearing my rose tinted specs.
I went to an all boys school with 25% boarders and 75% dayboys, of which I was one. It was at a time before gay had the meaning of homosexual, or at least gained currency, but I shall use it because it is a convenient term.
Homosexuality was extremely common in the school, more so among the boarders, but certainly not exclusively, and also among certain masters. I can remember one of my French masters telling a boy (who coincidentally was a great favourite with the sixth form) in class that he'd like to marry his sister and we all knew what that was code for. The headboy was found (by other boys) wanking off a junior. There was a well known predator in the year above mine. A classmate asked me if I wanted a wank and if it hadn't been a frosty dusk in November in the local park where the equipment had shrivelled I might well have been tempted to say yes. But during my school time I was fighting myself and it took nearly fifty years for me to admit to myself that I was gay, and I have been a much happier person for doing so.
However, the point I wanted to make was that at my school there was an extremely tolerant atmosphere. No one was expelled for being gay. Although there were the usual jokes and joshing no one was persecuted for being gay, not even the predator, and if you wanted sex you knew where to get it. Of course there was the normal gossip when boys paired up or someone had been caught, but that would be normal for any village commmunity. It always raised a wry smile in me when a gay member of the community claimed that he really had a girlfriend at home, but needed some sexual relief at school.
My only regret is that I didn't sort out my inhibitions and join in.
Hugs
N
I dream of boys with big bulges in their trousers,
Never of girls with big bulges in their blouses.
…and look forward to meeting you in Cóito.
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Dear Nigel,
I didn't even have inhibitions. I wasn't aware of any homosexual (or heterosexual) activity among the boys at my school. Forty years later I realised that one friend was probably in love with me. I do regret I was so naive at the time. But he certainly had the opportunity to seduce me and I'm quite sure I'd have been willing - but he didn't. I fear it was his religion that held him back. He later became a 'worker-priest'.
And looking back I realise that I found several other boys sexually attractive but was unaware. And, surprisingly, it wasn't the prettiest ones.
So I reached the age of eighteen without any experience worth mentioning and went to do my national service in the navy and there took more or less every opportunity that offered itself. And then to university where I fell in love (unrequited) and in lust (mostly unrequited) and got my rocks of by buggering the chaplain and I'm [NOW] sure that my homosexuality must have been obvious and yet I never had more than a moments worry about it. It was, as you found, tolerated without comment.
And I continued to be predominantly homosexual for another four years (making nine years in all) until the year before I married (1963) and I told my wife all about it (compulsive confession) and she still accepted me and I have been faithful to her ever since.
And I do agree it is a relief to be able to admit to the whole family that I am predominantly gay. I never told either of my parents. I'm sure they sort of knew but couldn't handle it.
Love,
Anthony
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marc
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Having been outed in my freshman year of high school and after the dust settled (I don't want to get into the dust... if you want the back story find it here http://iomfats.org/aboutme/fear/terrortales/marc/) I was sent off to an all boys boarding school.
In public I was shunned like the plague... but when the lights grew dim and the boys got horny there were always some knocks on my door.
I remember the most horrific comments in and among the student body, but in the end... LOL no joke intended... They all loked a little roll in the hay.
Life is great for me... Most of the time... But then I meet people online... Very few are real friends... Many say they are but know nothing of what it means... Some say they are, but are so shallow...
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timmy
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Location: UK, in Devon
Registered: February 2003
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My school was very different. There just was no homosexuality except amorous flirting.
Wish I'd gone to yours 
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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